Yesterday, God placed another puzzle-piece in this thing called “My Life Work” during a fascinating conversation with a friend from my writers group.
I recounted my surprise when I first realized that finishing a good writing project brings me a joy much like the pleasure I enjoyed for several decades, that of bringing church music to performance.
From across the table I heard:
(Keep in mind, this from a Ph.D. in Curriculum & Instruction/ Art Education, Degrees in Business, Art History, Linguistics. Ten years of recent research on how the brain learns based on constructs from the cognitive sciences; the science of reading & the effect format design has on engagement, understanding & recall):
“You shouldn’t be surprised. Music and writing use the same path through the brain.
Yours is well-traveled.”
I thought, “Seriously! You knew that, didn’t you, God?”
I felt His smile. “I did. I do. I made you.”
One more window into Psalms 139:13-16. He knows what He’s doing; always has.
I remembered Eric Liddel’s words, “I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast! And when I run I feel His pleasure.”
Mine’s writing. When I write I feel his pleasure.
My friend Dave was right. This isn’t a new chapter, this is a whole new book. I intend to hear “Well done, Phil; first as pastor, then as author – well done.”